Chapter 1 - Conflict
Author's Note: I know this is short, but I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any of the GH characters! Steve Burton is the rightfully the only one who can be Jason, no one else.
Jason walked in the rain, deep in thought and faintly remembering his memories. He gave a light sigh, not really wishing to think about 'certain' memories.
The night carried on very dim. Jason's hair was getting drenched and his feet were taking each step carefully. He knew he needed to get to his place before his body would get completely covered with rain water.
Looking around quick, Jason spotted a shadow laying on the ground. What was it? A drunk person who passed out. Not really caring, Jason continued walking. He was the surprised, since the shadow, the person reviled to be a woman, a young woman to be specific.
Knelling down, Jason examined her. She had a cut above her forehead. Had she been attacked? The cut was a sure clean cut and was still bleeding. His hand touched her forehead, examining the cut.
The woman flinched at his light touch. Her eyes opened weakly, staring into Jason's blue-gray eyes. A questionable, confusing look, "Who...?" Her voice, soft and low, could hardly escape from her throat. Jason said nothing as the young woman shut her eyes, falling into an unconscious state.
Since he had no choice really, Jason picks her up, carefully lifting her body and placing her left arm around his neck.
Stopping to think, he stared down at the young woman, she was very early in her teens as he could see, but thousands of questions shot around in his head. Why did he 'want' to help her? Who was she? What was the cut above her eye? Where did she come from?
Carrying her, starting to travel to the hospital, something stopped him, telling him not to go to the hospital. Jason looked down at the woman once more. What would she do? Would the person that cut her be back? Maybe she did it to herself? If not, who attacked her? If so, where was the weapon? She certainly didn't have long nails, not even 'nails'. he saw that the nails were bitten off, like a habit or being nervous.
Jason gave a frustrated sigh, he stood for a moment. His instincts told him to head him, but he knew the girl needed attention in a hospital and taken care of. But no matter how hard he tried to head toward the hospital, his instincts gave him a guilty feeling, telling him not to head there
Giving a deep breath, Jason headed back to his place, carrying an unknown woman who he never seen or met in his life, along with having a bad feeling overrun his thoughts and decisions. On top of all that, his instincts were creeping over him to take her, to wait until she woke up.
Jason flinches, now hearing the girl he was holding, give a tired, worried breath. Giving a breath of release or what sounded like a type of worry. The woman still appeared to be asleep, but unknown if she was unconscious or in a type of coma.
Adjusting her body, Jason headed off to his place, not knowing what or why this was happening. More concerning is that why did he strongly go against his decisions and went along with his instincts?
The only thing he knew is that the questions and even feelings would be answered only in time, but when?